if the margins have been almost destroyed
through the ubiquity of virtualized desire, would there not be some who –
through imaginative subterfuges and acts barely deemable as acts, from a
necessity of disappearing absence – attempt to create margins of their lives
and in these created spaces forage for words?
mediation, which is the immediacy of all
mental communication, is the fundamental problem of linguistic theory, and if
one chooses to call this immediacy magic, then the primary problem of language
is its magic.
nanny just told people what to do, counselors
also tell them what to think and feel. the nanny state was punitive, austere,
and authoritarian, the therapeutic state is touchy-feely, supportive—and even
more authoritarian. the therapeutic state swallows up everything human on the
seemingly rational ground that nothing falls outside the province of health and
medicine, just as the theological state had swallowed up everything human on
the perfectly rational ground that nothing falls outside the province of god
and religion.
i am a polyglot but of functional not
substantive tungs. i call the latter swedish, basque, waray-waray, uzbek, tamil, newar, alemannic, upper sorbian, gan, tok pisin, ewe, afar. i call the
former journalish, techish (many dialects), academish, transactionish, lovish
(many dialects), commonish, drunkish, powerish, managementish, ideologish (many
dialects), crowdish, madish, factish, spiritish, opinionish, heartish, professionish, jargonish, sportish, fuckish, transitish, …
i have spoken many of these, some very well,
but none of them felt native to me. there was a tung i knew was my tung but it
was lost though not extinct, hidden though not inaccessible. through decades of
seeking, through deserts of confusion and fens of madness, it emerged. it is
artish. artish is not a tung about art (that is journalish or academish or
commonish or fuckish or something else); art can be spoken about in many tungs.
but artish itself – and there are many who
call themselves artists who cannot speak artish or cannot speak it well but instead
speak transactionish or moneyish or crowdish or ideologish – is its own tung
and those who speak it recognize each other by giving one another clues in
other tungs (these other tungs they are forced to speak to eat) and then
testing out each other’s fluency in artish and, if there is reasonable
compatibility, speaking in it in private (for in public it can be perceived by
the undiscerning and crass as an eloquent or deviant dialect of drunkish or
madish) and perhaps becoming friends and working on projects together. i dream
of a world – at least a land – in which my tung is the official tung and those
who speak it many, and the land’s culture a culture inseparable from its tung
and its people inseparable from their culture.
artish is the coded visionary aestheticization of sensation.
the old nation was one of biological
ethnicity and associated language; the new nation is of psychic ethnicity and
associated language. english shifts to artish, and i hold a passport to an
invisible land.
from land tung to spirit tung – the new glossolalia. the new drunkenness of an alt pentecost.
from land tung to spirit tung – the new glossolalia. the new drunkenness of an alt pentecost.